Brokeback Moutain

It's prolly ridiculous to be this truly-madly-in-love with a movie, any movie; but, gods, I love it so much and partly, yeah, I'm shallow and Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhall are incredibly pretty and incredibly beautiful in some of the scenes (esp. the kiss when they meet after four years) but also it's the fact that the story appeals so very much to me, because though it was the great love of their lives it never got to be more than a sad-pathetic-not-even-properly-tragic adoloscent sneaking around and half the time, reading it, it's hard to know who to feel sorrier for-- Ennis who's in love and can't deal with it cause it's wrongwrongwrong to desire a man and can't even gift his lover any endearments but the one he also gives both his horses and his daughters (and isn't that farcical in and of itself?) and is a dry, hollowed-out-nothing-left-inside shell; or Jack who's actually not-too-confused about his sexuality orabout his love but keeps on getting rejected and can't possibly manage on "a couple high-altitude fucks a year" and neither of them can end it, quit, and in it all, mixed in it all, the great love that turns to bitterness and leaves one man dead and the other devastated and the reader/viewer more than a little shaken.